Don Juan can pinpoint things. He has the ability to exhaustively laugh at things, and kick one subject until its death. What he lacks is the tragedy of a Western man. By that I mean that most of us are tragic figures, sublime beings grovelling in the mud. Don Juan is not. He's a sublime heing, he told me himself.
All of them were incredible. Friendly, down to earth, hilariously funny, and at the same time absolutely ruthless and chillingly detached. Florinda spent a lot of time talking about how we (especially the men) are all just a bunch of poor babies who constantly make excuses, see ourselves as victims, and want to be tended to by our mommies/wives.
Depending on how much you give yourself to intent is how much you will get back. Give yourself totally, it will take care of you totally without doing. This is the end of the whole lineage. We have to do it ourselves. Our only guide is the energy body. I intend that your assemblage point move, the books intend it. Just allow it.
How we present ourselves in the world, how we fit into the social structure. The recapitulation lets you think about all this, how you fit in, it is a looking glass of how others see you in your hopes and fears. All this takes energy. The warrior looks instead at what he or she is doing the face of death and what conduct, what intensity is really appropriate in that light.
It's not what you do, but the intent with which you do it
Stop being so involved with your self importance. Always thinking me, and what I want until were too old to do anything else. Until the only thing we can say is "nurse." Be aware now. This is the moment and dreaming is the way. The Dreamer, having saved enough energy will get the jolt of his life when he enters the other world. It's inconceivable. What are we really? Not what my father told me. We are something else.
Recapitulation is a way to attack self-importance. We need the energy that is supplied by an unbiased examination of reliving our horse-shit, our self-importance.
The warrior that is aware of death, he is aware of the trap of social order, he is aware of the trap of self-importance, he is aware of the trap of reason, wants only freedom. Freedom is a leap into the inconceivable.